I assume that we are talking some sort of post apocalyptic scenario? Or just a temporary halt in medication due to a calamitous event? I would think that a temporary stop in medication can be prepared for to some extent or weathered for a while. I have thought about that, just unsure how I can keep my hormone levels in good shape and make a decent stockpile at the same time.
I have difficulty with the true post apocalyptic thing. There seems to be a fascination with it at least among men, I have not as yet had a conversation with a woman about it. Doesn't mean they are not thinking about it. The same goes with where I am from as opposed to where I live now. My mountain family talks about it wwaaayyyy more than the people that surround me here in the city. Again, doesn't mean that they are not thinking about it though.
I can't help but wonder if it is caused by movies and TV romanticizing the idea. Like maybe there is a chance to be awesome if everything goes to pot. Or is there indeed a species wide precognition like Arthur C Clarke suggests in A Childhood's End? Or are we programmed genetically to look for the worst.
Recent history, last few hundred years, suggests that we will bounce back in relatively short order from anything that may at the time seem like the world is ending. That in a few years things will normalize and society will move forward and the earth ball will keep spinning. And that is from the very worst of what the world has experienced lately. Of course we can all accept that worse can happen, I just wonder how likely that is though.
I think planning for and emergency is a wise thing to do. I don't want to exist without estrogen so I hope to be able to eventually have a small amount set aside to get me through. But that is for a not quite Armageddon situation.
For the apocalypse? Wellllll..... chances are I won't make it will I? I mean, we are not the exception, we are the rule right? If 60% or more of the population takes the long dirt nap odds are I will be one of those. But say I make it and am one of those 40%. What does the post apocalypse look like for me? Grim. Very, VERY grim. I came from the back end of nowhere and I could probably get by with a minimum of survival gear, if I never ran into other people, for a while. This horror I find myself in is for the young, which I no longer qualify as. How long could I realistically expect to survive? Now if I find myself in a group of people, even if they are amazingly accepting, what do I offer that someone else could not? Is there any way that I am so incredible that they have to have me? Do I fill a need that others cannot? Let's face it, I am a genetic dead end. I am the rule not the exception, so I am NOT so stupendous that they can't live without me. What do I have to offer that would offset one more mouth to feed? And I have to be realistic in that I would have to be in complete stealth, I don't think that transgender acceptance would continue. Could I do that? After my surgery, probably, but maybe not.
I used to dream of that day when I was young and hated the world for how awful my life was. I would survive and be more than one of billions. I would thrive and show the world. Now I can't even imagine how I could ever have felt that way. This world accepts me to a degree now. NOW. Only 30 years ago it did not, 30 years from now it might not again. THIS is the time and place for me. I have hope. I don't want to go back ever.
Hahaha!! That was long winded! Back to reality.
My grandmother had a full hysterectomy when she was 48. She was going to go through menopause soon anyway and that is what they did back then when you had female complications. Ten years later she looked and seemed like the exact same person. It's not wonderful, this growing old, but it comes to us all. Ain't no one gettin out of life alive. And if the world goes into permanent purgatory in the meantime, and somehow I survive, I will cope if I can and expire if I can't. Till then....
Yay! Woo Hoo! I get to be me one more day!
